newbobooks Chapter 254 Uncle and Dad
Chapter 254 Uncle and Dad
Yang Qingfeng and Li Shenghui breathed a sigh of relief as they watched the bandits fleeing. Then, they quickly stood up and walked quickly towards the kitchen knife the bandits had dropped in their panic.
Yang Qingfeng bent down to pick up a kitchen knife, wiped the dust off the blade with the corner of his clothes, and said, "These guys ran pretty fast and left all their stuff behind." A trace of relief at surviving the disaster appeared on his face.
Li Shenghui also picked up another kitchen knife, weighed it in his hand, and responded: "Hmph, I don't think they have the courage to come back, but this kitchen knife might be useful to keep." As he said that, he put the kitchen knife on the cart.
After the two hid the kitchen knife, they looked at Zhou Xiaoxiong, who was still lying on the cart. Yang Qingfeng said softly, "Xiaoxiong, just lie down on this cart first and get off when we reach the city gate."
Li Shenghui then added: "Yes, just hold on a little longer and don't let anything slip. We will be able to go into the city to sell the chickens soon." After saying that, he gently patted Zhou Xiaoxiong on the shoulder.
Zhou Xiaoxiong nodded slightly and replied weakly, "I understand, don't worry." After that, he closed his eyes and continued to pretend to be seriously ill. He had been getting irritated these days, and the pimples on his face came in handy unexpectedly.
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After paying the three-cent entrance fee, everyone finally entered the city. The streets were noticeably more deserted than the last time they came.
Yang Qingfeng, with a solemn expression, led everyone to the place where Shi Liu and A Fan had previously sold preserved eggs. His eyes swept across the familiar street corner, and a wave of emotion welled up in his heart.
After arriving at the destination, Yang Qingfeng took out a few well-groomed broiler chickens from the cart, handed them to a few villagers, and said, "Come, let's take out these first and let everyone try to sell them and see how it goes."
"Okay!" the villagers responded, took the broiler chickens, and began to shout at the top of their lungs: "Fresh broiler chickens, selling at a low price!"
Others pushed their carts and hid in the alley nearby. They stuck their heads out and nervously watched what was happening outside.
A few passersby heard the villagers' cries and slowly walked over to ask. When they learned that a chicken cost eighty cents, they couldn't help but sigh heavily.
One of the old men shook his head and said with emotion: "Alas, such a fat chicken only costs eighty cents, it's really cheap! But in this situation now, if it were in the past, people would probably rush to buy it. But now the grain prices have risen sharply, how can ordinary people have money to buy meat?" The old man's face was full of helplessness and vicissitudes, and his eyes revealed nostalgia for the past life.
Another middle-aged man in coarse clothes also agreed: "Yes, it's good enough to fill our stomachs nowadays. No matter how delicious the chicken is, we can only stare at it with envy." He smacked his lips, and a hint of desire flashed in his eyes.
A young woman held her child's hand and said with a wry smile, "The child keeps asking for meat every day, but we really can't afford it at this price." The woman looked down at the child, her eyes full of guilt, while the child sensibly held tightly to the corner of his mother's clothes.
The villagers standing in the alley saw that no one was paying attention to the situation outside and became anxious. They frowned and paced back and forth in the narrow alley, muttering to themselves.
"What can I do?"
A sturdy villager, looking worriedly at the cart filled with more than 60 slaughtered chickens, said anxiously, "We can't just take them back untouched. We came all this way here and put in so much effort."
As he spoke, he slapped his thigh heavily, looking very annoyed.
"That's right. The entrance fee is three cents per person. If we can't sell it, we will lose a lot of money!" Another villager also complained, fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, and his eyes were full of anxiety and uneasiness.
"If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have come here. It's all in vain," an older villager sighed. "My family was counting on selling it to buy some black flour."
His face was full of disappointment and frustration, as if he had already seen what it would be like to return empty-handed.
Yang Qingfeng and Li Shenghui came together and discussed the matter seriously.
Yang Qingfeng lowered his voice and said, "Shenghui, look at the current situation. Since ordinary people can't afford it, why don't we try another method and go to the rich families to try it?"
There was a hint of expectation in his eyes as he stared at Li Shenghui, waiting for his response. Before leaving, his sister had told him that if he encountered any problems and couldn't make up his mind, he should discuss it with Li Shenghui.
Li Shenghui nodded slightly, thought for a moment and said, "Brother Qingfeng, you make sense. Most of those who buy medicinal herbs and supplements are wealthy families. They are not short of money and may be interested in our broiler chickens." At this point, Li Shenghui's eyes lit up, as if he saw a glimmer of hope.
Yang Qingfeng went on to analyze, "Rich families pay attention to the quality of food. Our chickens are fat and fresh, so they should be able to catch their eye. I just don't know how to sell them." He looked embarrassed and scratched his head.
Li Shenghui patted Yang Qingfeng on the shoulder and encouraged him, "Let's go and ask around first to see which wealthy families have banquets or need large quantities of ingredients recently, and then find a way to sell them door-to-door."
Yang Qingfeng nodded and said, "This is the only way we can try. We can't just sit there and wait."
Ma Ergun was also in the chicken sales team. Although he was usually lazy, his wife Tian Fuping was very hardworking.
Tian Fuping earned broiler chicks by picking mushrooms and raised them carefully. This time, he also killed three broiler chickens and sold them.
At this moment, he hurried forward and called out to Yang Qingfeng, impatiently saying, "Qingfeng, let me tell you, when Zhou Dazhu and I were strolling around the city before, I heard him say that Mr. He in the city really loves to eat meat, especially chicken!"
As Ma Ergun spoke, he carefully studied Yang Qingfeng. His eyes held a hint of flattery and anticipation, and he thought to himself, "This is my son-in-law." If his daughter, Ma Caifeng, and Yang Qingfeng really got together, he'd be incredibly proud of himself in the village. So, he had to show off his skills in front of his future son-in-law.
"Qingfeng, I think we can go to Mr. He's house and try. Maybe we can sell all these chickens to him." Ma Ergun smiled widely, his eyes narrowed into slits, and continued, "If it works, we will make a lot of money this time!"
Yang Qingfeng smiled and politely said to Ma Ergun, "Uncle Ergun, please lead the way for us so we can give it a try."
When Ma Ergun heard Yang Qingfeng calling him "Uncle," which was almost the same as calling him "Dad," he was so happy that his eyes narrowed into slits and he quickly responded, "Okay, follow me!"